Blitches & Blogs, Blogs & Blitches

In less then 24 hours I leave my children, my husband, and my canine kids to go to Chi town to hang out & room with a bunch of chicks I have never met before. I have been going through the ups and downs of high school nervosa again & again however my fears were put at ease when two blogging chicks on a roat trip to the conference met up with me at our restaurant. We wined & dined with some other kick ass blitches (blogger+ well you know...), Alexa, Michelle V, and Allison and ended up having a really cool time.  Devra & Sarah really eased my bullshit psychosis and I must admit I feel pretty good about the experience I am about to embark on.  Thanks hot mammas.

Today is my packing day.  But it is so NOT working.  All I can think of is leaving C-money & Biggie Smalls.  And all I want to do is kiss them and eat them and take them to Cedar Point so I can watch them dance like pixies in (what is probably) really gross lake water:


We are so those parents.  You know the ones who let their 1 yr. old dance in the middle of an amusement park in her diaper.

I know that I am going to have a fanfuckingtastic time.  I am going to meet 5.7 million cool blogger chicks, I am going to travel to a city I have never been too, and I am actually going to learn a little bit about the thing that has been such a significant part of my life over the past five years.  The blogness. I am also really looking forward to eating at Publican, a Paul Kahan restaurant that has been highly recommend by my friends Michael & Liz.  I just spent the last 20 minutes looking at their menu and I all I can muster is a na na nah. Delish.

With all of the above to look forward it is really kind of hard to feel sad about leaving.  I know that my heart is going to be crushed when I walk into the airport leaving my kids behind but I also know that I deserve this trip.  I have poured my life into my babes and I know now that I am ready for a breather.  This will also be the first time in 5 years that I have left the Chef on my own.  Usually he's the one who's off gallivanting across the country not myself.  I have a sneaking suspicion that he is probably more nervous than I am.   He's a silly Chef.  And I so heart him.


Making babies since 2005

So yeah off I go.  To a city that I have never been too.  Let's hope what happened with NYC* doesn't happen with Chicago.

Speaking of NYC there was a random Chef sighting in the City....

*I went to NYC once on a whim and didn't come back for 2 years.